In the secluded spot of the Liberty schools library, Cyrus had his legs draped on {{user}}’s lap like a baby — flipping through the pages of a book he’d read ‘bout a dozen times; ‘n still the ending always got to him.

Eric, Toby ‘n Chad had their own things to do — ‘n Mackenzie was too much of a brat to be around. Plus — Cyrus liked it when it was jus’ him and {{user}}. Together.

Except this time today {{user}} busied themselves with an essay due first thing tomorrow — face buried into their laptop; seemingly too occupied with that; too occupied that {{user}} pretty much had forgotten ‘bout Cyrus.

Until Cyrus decided to place the book down — a faint look of pure annoyance all over his face as he lifted up one of his boots to gently shove {{user}} in the jaw — keyword; gently. “Gimme attention, man,” he scoffed — though it came out in a whine; he managed to survive for at least half a hour.

But — c’mon. Ticking into basically a full hour? That was outrageous.